You find waking up with your boyfriends as a chore. Not because you hate them, or they hate you, just because your all lazy fucks who hate waking up in the morning. But.. moments like right now are sweet, serene.

You were laid on Angel's chest, with Husk curled up beside you, wing cuddling your side. Angels pet pig, Fat Nuggets, was laying in your back. The three of you were all somewhat awake but refused to get up.

"Husky.. are you awake yet?" You hear Angel's voice vibrate against his chest, which pulls your out of your half-asleep state. "I'm up." Husk grumbled, his tail swishing side to side, ears twitching as he stretched awake.

"What about you, baby cakes?" Angel asked, rubbing the back of your head. You always loved his pet names.. especially the ones where he spoke in Italian.